What would my twin say

if I had not consumed her,
sinew by sinew, bone by bone,
pressed my flesh to her flesh
sucked-up her spinal fluid,
twined my nerves around her nerves,
drunk her blood, tapped into her lymph,
until there was just one body, one brain just me
waiting to be born? What would my twin say,
if she had a mouth with which to speak?